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JAMES randall POTTER ([info]misterprongs) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2009-06-02 21:37:00


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Entry tags:amelia bones, andre jordan, avis booth, derek dobbs, dimitri thomas, elizabeth fortescue, frank longbottom, galvin gudgeon, gillian bones, greta catchlove, group, james potter, marissa macfusty, order of the phoenix, ralph frobisher, sebastian goldstein

Old + Newly Invited Members! :O
James felt like he was in a zoo on display, the feeling of a million pairs of eyes sitting upon him. Dumbledore had set up the Hog's Head as an 'informational meeting' of sorts, for people they had all suggested, thought of, and found to be highly trustworthy. These people were going to be offered to put their lives on the line for their dying secret society, and James was surprised as hell that so many had actually shown up.

They were all idiots, he believed.

But then again, they must all think that he and the rest of the original Order (he felt so old, saying that) were out of their minds. To them, the Order was just a bunch of kids who got caught up in a big, ugly mess and were now crying for help. Which it felt like, sometimes, but James wasn't ready to admit that out loud. He wasn't sure if he ever could, which was why he was staying uncharacteristically silent through the whole engagement. He was slumped in one of the booths of the tavern, eyes following the mingling and quite chatter that was going on.

Drinks will be served! Dumbledore had ended jovially, and James had sighed. Part of him felt like a wretched person for getting more and more people involved into the war, but the other, very tired part of him was ready to hand over the reigns and let Voldemort get some new toys to play with.

[OOC] The tags are for those characters invited to join the Order. They do not mean that your character HAS TO join the Order. They could come to this meeting and decide against it, or not show up at all. If you do not tag this thread with your character, we are going to assume in-game that they did not show up to the meeting.

Original Order Members! Please tag the thread to get conversations and such going? It'll help oodles ♥



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[info]sebclicks
2009-06-04 03:44 am UTC (link)
Sebastian had a very, very big headache.

He felt like jamming the heels of his hands into his eyes and never pulling away, because no matter how hard he pushed, the headache that was throbbing and throbbing and throbbing would not go away. What had he really thought Dumbledore wanted to talk to him about? What had he really thought would come out of this? Sebastian couldn't remember why he'd thought this had been a good idea, but now that he was here it was as if he'd never had a life before this stupid meeting.

Why wasn't anyone else looking like they were ready to puke? Was he a wimp, or something? Sebastian had already had his fair share of encounters with death eaters and their...issues, and joining the Order (if he did---) would just bring them even closer to his front door. To his front door, bursting through it. He knew some of these people, he knew for a fact that many of them had been in the papers for their troubles with the Dark Lord and---and whyyyy. Why did they think he'd want to be involved with this?

Sebastian let out a sigh and knocked his elbows hard against the countertop, hands remaining over his eyes.

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